The wedding planning started three days after the Morrison family dinner.
Izzy wanted something small. Alex agreed. Then Maria got involved.
"Small?" Maria clutched her chest dramatically. "My only daughter's wedding, and you want *small*?"
They were sitting in Alex's apartment, surrounded by bridal magazines that had mysteriously appeared overnight.
"Mom, we're thinking of fifty people maximum. Just family and close friends."
"I have forty-seven cousins."
"Exactly my point."
Alex diplomatically intervened. "Mrs. Morrison, what if we compromised? A hundred guests, but we keep it intimate. Garden ceremony, small reception."
Maria's eyes lit up. "The Plaza has beautiful gardens."
"Mom, we're not getting married at The Plaza."
"Why not? Alex can afford it."
"That's not the point...
